Hey Guys... it's Craigger again.
Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it... SORRY I HAVE BEEN SUCH A SLACKER
IN UP DATING.. Thanks to everyone who's been keeping me on my toes about
updating... so here it is. Also don't forget my
other stories, Bodyguard can be found
Here
and Everytime can be found
Here. Well anyway guys... I hope you like it.. as always comments go to
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Oh and though I wish I did, I do not
know any of the celebrities
mentioned in the story or anything of about their sexual preference. So get off
my back ... and read the
story. Unless you're too young... Oh and you don't like the idea of two guys
together... Or it's illegal in you state or country, or where ever your
backwoods home is.... and I can't think of anything else. So READ!!

ChapTeRSeVeN

"So is there another Dropout
album in works?" The Rolling Stone reporter asked me over the dull din over the
restaurant.

I took a small drink of my lemonade/sprite mix,
"Yea of course. The guys and I love making music together." I smiled and flicked
my hair out of my face, "They just need to get used to be famous. So they are
taking a break." I answered.

He smiled at me. "What's it like having two
debut albums that go straight to the top of the charts in they are released.
Your solo recorded went to the top spot after a week of being at number 40. Then
you and the boys put out your debut and it's on the top of the charts in the
first week out. That's gotta be a great accomplishment, how does that make you
feel?"

I thought for a second and then smiled. "It
makes me feel lucky. Like I am going to wake up one day and it's all going to be
a dream. You know something. I still get excited when I hear a song of mines on
the radio; I just hope that the album coming out next week will be just as
successful as the others." I said smiling at him.

"I hope it is too." He said reaching for the
tape recorder and then stopped. "One more question. There are some really quiet
kept rumors that you might be gay, what do you say to those?"

I was thankful it was a somewhat dim place,
because I could feel my face lose its color. I tried to keep my cool demeanor
that I had through most of the interview. I let out a convincing fake laugh,
"There isn't a man in show business that hasn't had some rumors like that, and
it's just that. Rumors." I said smiling at him.

The interviewer looked at me for a second and
then a slow smile crossed his face, "I know. Seems like if you're in front of
the camera, then you're a homo. It's ridiculous." He said reaching for the tape
recorder and pressing the stop button. "Well thanks Dakota. Good luck with the
cover shoot tomorrow." He said as we both stood and started towards the door. I
made eye contact with my new bodyguard (Justin and Dad's idea) and he stood then
took his place at my side.

The reporter left and we waited for the SUV that
we were using while we were in Manhattan. "How'd it go?" he asked looking down
at me.

"It went pretty good I guess. I mean they all
ask the same questions all the time so it's nothing new." I said and then looked
up at him. He stood 5 inches taller than me. "So Kyle, what did you have to eat
there?"

"I ordered a steak and they butchered it so bad
I didn't finish it." he said with a deep laugh.

"Yea, the food did suck." I said laughing,
turning, and looking into the plate glass window of the restaurant. I looked
closely at Kyle's refection and mine. We could pass as brothers we looked so
alike. The only difference was that he was taller than me. His eyes were en
emerald green just like mines. His black hair was in the same disheveled look
mine is.

"Did you call Justin today?" Kyle asked me
bringing me back.

"Yea but he couldn't talk. He was in some sort
of meeting." I said thinking of his blue eyes.

"Is it hard being away from him?" he asked.

"Yea, it is. But in this business it just works
out that way." I said turning around to see the SUV pulling up.

"What about you?" I asked climbing in.

"What about me?" he said sitting next to me in
the SUV.

"Are you seeing someone?" I asked.

"I was, but it didn't work out. There were too
many variables we couldn't control in the relationship. So I had to leave his
life. I just wish I could have done it in a way that wouldn't have hurt him so
much." He said looking down at his hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him. He
didn't say anything. I cocked my head and looked at him. I put my hand to his
face and nudged it up. "Come on out with it. Looks like you need to talk about
it."

"I really can't your dad would kill me." He
said.

"I'll worry about my dad." I said. "So what
happened?"

"Well... I was assigned to protect this guy and
things were going pretty good until a couple weeks into the assignment I
realized that I was falling for him. We started talking about things and then
decided that we were going to start a relationship even though it was a dumb
idea.

"Well to say we had a volatile relationship
would be an understatement. It wasn't like it was our fault, but outside forces
keeps us from getting too close. So we kept each other at bay so we wouldn't
hurt the other one. That was working pretty well until the death threats started
coming.

"We were so on edge with those that we fought
all the time. We finally broke up and I being his head of security assigned
someone else to his detail. But things just kept getting worse. Not on the
relationship front but on his safety front. One by one all of his staff was
found murdered. It was getting serious pretty quickly.

"Finally we figured out what was happening and
we decided to end it there. But before I did that, your father took me aside and
handed me a plane ticket back to my home state. He told me that I was going on a
vacation for the next month. I argued that this wasn't the time for this, he
told me my attachment to my mark was acceptable and that I would either go back
to Minnesota for a month or I would be with out a job.

"So I climbed into the town car was off to the
airport. Weeks later I found out that they told him I was dead and then I later
heard that now he's missing. I can't help but think that I am fucked up
royally." He said putting his face his hands.

I sat there and looked at him. Pieces of the
puzzles were falling into place now. I was sitting here looking at the "dead"
lover of my best friend. "You were in love with Tyler Matthews?" I said just
above a whisper.

His head snapped up and he looked at me. The
color drained from his face. "How did you know?" he asked.

A single tear slid down my face. "We grew up
together and we've been friends for years. He told me about you. He told me that
you were everything he wanted and he hoped you guys be together for a long
time." I said wiping the tears from my face. "And then I got my deal and I
haven't talk to him in a year." I said.

Kyle went to say something but the driver
informed us that were at the hotel. He wiped his face and set his jaw and step
out of the SUV. And just that quickly the conversation was over.

The next morning I had the Rolling Stone cover
shoot. So I was up and out at 6:30 in the morning. The shoot was to be in an old
warehouse in the meatpacking district. I was excited. It was my first cover and
I was always a big fan of Rolling Stone. The theme of the shoot was rocker chic.

After an hour of makeup they put me in these
ripped jeans and a black tank top. They ruffled my hair and put me on a ratty
couch. They put me in different positions and told me not to smile.

While they were repositioning me over and over
again, I thought about Kyle's confession and my father's part in it. I couldn't
hold anything against Kyle and I couldn't honestly hold anything against my
father because both of them were just doing what they thought was right.

I tried to look for Kyle while they were setting
up the second shot. He was over talking to my assistant. I made eye contact with
him and he turn away quickly. I was going to have to do something about that so
he didn't think I was mad at him. I liked him, he was a great guy, and he made
me feel safe.

"Ok Dakota we're ready for you." The
photographer assistant said to me.

The next shot they had me in the same jeans and
an old school Aerosmith t-shirt. They had me stand in front of a window and be,
again, in various different poses.

After they were finished I could feel something
wasn't right. It felt odd, like the way your skin feels when there is a really
bad storm approaching. I looked up and then looked around. And then it happened.

I saw him walk in the room. My father was first;
he had a weary look on his face like it wasn't ready to deal with something. We
made eye contact and I saw fear in his eyes. The next guy walked in the room was
a tall blond man. I assumed he was a bodyguard because he was dressed just like
Kyle was. The blond man looked around and then nodded to someone outside of the
room.

There he was. The richest man under 25, the boy
billionaire they call him. He stepped in the room and looked around. The moment
we made eye contact I saw his face break out into this huge grin. I prayed Kyle
was smart enough to leave the room.

"Dakota!" he screamed as he ran across the room
and hugged me.

"Tyler!" I said hugging him back. I looked over
his shoulder and saw Kyle walking towards us. I gave him a look that said "Get
away!" but he kept coming and I tried to prepare myself for the explosion that
was going to result from this.

"Tyler." Kyle said when he was close enough to
us.

Tyler's body tightened. He let go of me and made
eye contact with me. A single tear came down his cheek.

"Ty?" Kyle said again.

He turned around slowly and looks up at him.
"Kyle?"

For some reason the whole place went silent.
Even though only a few of us knew what was going on it was pretty obvious a
couple important things are going on.

"Hi." Kyle said meekly.

Tyler looked at him for a second and then just
snapped. "Hi?" he sneers, "For the last year I thought you were dead and all I
get is hi? That's it, nothing more?" Kyle started to say something when Tyler
punched him in the face. The whole room gasped. "Fuck you!" he said looking down
at Kyle on the floor and then he kicked him. He turned to me, "I am staying at
the town home. Come see me later." He said and then just walked out.

The photographer came up to me, "What the fuck
just happened?"

I shook my head, "I don't know. But how'd the
pictures look?"

So
there's the chapter... I hope you guys like it. Oh and another thing. While I am
pretty comfortable with my story writing skills, I am not with my song writing
skills. So all the songs used are owned by their respected artists, so yea, I figured I'd put that out there. All comments go to
CraiggersPlace@yahoo.com.